Mary's dilema by Yvette

It was the next morning. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was out and the sky was full of birds and light. Mary woke up by the sound of a her pet dog barking at her. Mary felt like it was going to be another amazing day which she could go to the beach, play on her scooter, and talk to her neighbours. Mary got out of bed and checked if her mum was up. There was no sight of mary’s mother. Mary could see that her mothers bedroom door was closed, she was going to wake her mum up, but she didn’t want to disturb her. Mary walked silently to the bathroom, she washed her hands, brushed her teeth, went to the loo and had a shower. Mary put on her school uniform and checked if her mum was awake. Mary still couldn’t see her mum anywhere. She began to walk to the kitchen, she decided to make breakfast until her mum wakes up. She turned on the ketal to make hot chocolate and the hope of her mother waking up. Time grew on and mary was frustrated. She thought her mum would be awake by now. School started in 10 minutes. Mary decided to wake her mum up to so she could get to school on time. Mary opened her mothers bedroom door and saw her mother lying very still in bed.  Mary walked over to her mum and asked peacefully to wake up. Her mother still didn’t wake. Mary then shouted to her mother to wake up. Mary shook her mother, she shook and shook her mum but she still didn’t wake up. Mary checked her pulse to see if she was alive. Mary felt no pulse. Mary bursted out with tears. She cried and cried, still asking her mum to wake up.“Mummy, mummy wake up. Please wake up”. But her mother did not revive. Mary was so sad and emotional, she couldn’t think of what to do. She loved her mum too much too see her die. Mary ran outside, she took her dog with her hoping that he wouldn’t die. Mary ran, knocking on all the neighbours doors. No one answered. Mary remembered there was a festival at the town centre in the remembrance of their honorable and noble king. Mary then ran back to her house and picked up one of the phones, she didn’t any of her relatives number of by heart. She tried to ring the police and ambulance but no one answered. She ran to her mother and kissed her goodnight. She left on her bike with her dog on her lap. She was hoping to stumble onto someone that could help her. Mary peddled and peddled. She finally found a person walking along the rose track. She dropped her bike and ran to the person. She told him that her mum is in bed and she thinks she is dead. She is not waking up. Please help me. The man knew it was no hope calling the police. It was the festival of their noble king. Everyone was expected to attend.

This is my turning twist on a story Miss K asked me to do. I have not finished, but i will update my blog when I do